night’s precious independence
weaves shadow
slide of grace in streetlight glow;
she’s still here, a quiet ache
sense
magnified
between tree and star, silence
is a-dream in breeze,
a tremble of herself in silver
blossom so, gently now
forget me now 
Back again…
“between tree and star, silence
is a-dream in breeze,”
I am sitting here.It is a little after midnight.The moonlight illuminates the yard. There is no sound other than the wind blowing the light rain through the trees. I can’t help but think of the dreams the breeze may contain.
The 2 lines seem so perfect at the moment.Thank You
awww bless ya, Emilio! you’ve kind of got to “be there” right?
“night’s precious independence
weaves shadow”
i see the imagery within it, though maybe imagery is not there. strange poem, yet with sense of unity. amazing, yet amazingly confusing.
tres bien!
i’m so glad that you enjoyed the sound of this – that’s a lot of what it was all about! thanks for commenting glitteringsoot!
Shell,every time you post, I read and re read them for days ( lege, lege relege).Then I find myself waiting for the next one. I have only had 4 hrs sleep, and last night made a surreal post myself. So I will re read this again before I comment further concerning it. But for now I will say , I like how ‘sense magnified” is so small,almost like a whisper. Yet, to me ,it seems to be a key of sorts. Very cool. Just what I needed to start the day,a puzzle.
thanks Emilio – yes, those two words are the pivot or the key … this is a simple reverie and i’m glad it pleased you!